Chapter 2
Across my foggy mind there drifted the vague thought that I must have been working too hard and I was cracking up. I had to be cracking up. I kept hearing ringing sounds. Last night when I was trying to screw Claire, it had been the goddamn telephone that kept ringing. And now it was something else. It wasn't the phone this time because I remembered leaving that off the hook, so what in hell was it?
I struggled a little further awake and identified the sound.
It was my doorbell.
I groaned, decided to ignore it and tried to go back to sleep.
Waking up is a painful process for me, even when I only do it once a day. And this was the second time I'd been awakened on this particular morning.
But the first time had been unusually pleasant.
Claire stirred. That's what woke me up the first time. I was lying on my side, facing her. And she was lying with her back toward me and her bare ass jammed tight against my prick. Now, I may be awake or asleep but my prick knows a bare ass when it comes in contact with one. And when that happens-well, you know how a dog goes for a bone and bear goes for honey. So when" my prick gets a feel of a girl's soft ass and finds itself that close to her cunt, it just naturally plans on doing something about it.
The result was that when Claire stirred and woke me up, I found myself with a hell of a hardon.
There are times when I get a harden and can't do anything about it. But this wasn't one of those times. With a luscious naked chick lying right next to me, there sure as hell was something I could do about my harden this time.
So I did it.
I rolled Claire on her back and fucked her again.
She was pretty sleepy and grumbled a little at first. But once I got my hard cock into her and she felt it ramming deep in her pussy she carne awake fast enough and was more than anxious to cooperate. I took it a little slower this time and made it last longer. But the result was the same in the end. We climaxed together and I filled her cunt with come all over again.
And then we went back to sleep.
It was definitely less pleasant to wake up to the sound of the doorbell than to the feel of Claire's smooth ass against my prick. But it seemed that whoever was wearing out my bell wasn't going to quit, and I sure as hell couldn't go back to sleep with that racket, So I finally gave in and climbed out of bed and slipped into a robe. I was just leaving the bedroom when it dawned on me that it was probably the paperboy at the door. The little punk had a nasty habit of coming .to collect his money real early in the morning. I scooped a handful of change off the bureau and managed to stagger downstairs without falling and breaking my neck. The bell bong-bonged again just as I hit the bottom step and I growled under my breath at the paperboy's impatience.
I yanked the door open. Fixing my blurry eyes at the approximate level where the kid's head would be, I thrust the handful of change out at him.
"Pick out whatever I owe you," I mumbled.
But nobody took my money and nobody said anything and it began to get through to me that things were mixed up somehow. Then my eyes began to focus themselves and I found I wasn't staring at the paperboy's head. Jesus, no! I was staring at a pair of breasts. Well, not naked breasts. But they were breasts, all right. They were inside a dress and they must be nice big luscious ones, judging from the way the dress bulged. The V of the neckline dipped low enough that I could get just a hint of the deep cleavage between those big tits.
My eyes, focusing sharply now, dropped lower. The view was attractive down there too. The dress drew in narrowly at the waist, then flared outward in the rich curves of the hips. And when I looked still lower, the dress came to an end at a satisfactory height that revealed the prettiest and sexiest pair of legs I'd ever seen.
I gulped and let my eyes roam upward again over all that intriguing scenery. The only thing I hadn't seen yet was the face, and there couldn't possibly be a face that would do justice to the body. But there was. Up above everything else was the face of an angel, a goddess. The face wore an amused smile and had a pair of laughing blue eyes. And around the face was a shimmering mass of golden blonde hair that waved gently in the breeze.
I gulped again and marveled at the ingenuity of the newspaper people. With a paperboy-excuse, a papergirl-like this, who could refuse to buy?
"I'll take a year's subscription," I said. "Or maybe a lifetime subscription."
The girl laughed. "Mr. Nolan?"
Still numb, I shook my head. "No. I'm Mr. Nolan."
"I know. I'm Judy Harris."
"Hello, Judy Harris."
"I'm Russell Crawford's niece. Didn't he phone you about me?"
I could only nod. It was almost too much, coming on top of everything else. This was the kid Russ was sending to live with me? Speechless, I stared at her.
"May I come in?" she asked.
Again I nodded. She bent down and for the first time I noticed the suitcase standing beside her. But before I could move she picked it up and carried it in while I leaned weakly against the door. Then she went back out and now I noticed the taxi at the curb. The driver helped her carry in the rest of her baggage while I still stared. Not at the driver. At Judy. At those long legs of hers. At the swish of her hips and the wiggle of her ass as she walked.
She paid the taxi driver and he left. I slumped on the sofa and she sat opposite me in a chair and it was hard to keep from staring as her short dress rode up even further on her thighs.
She frowned. "You were expecting me, weren't you?"
"Oh, sure. I-uh-well, I guess I kind of overslept."
"But something is wrong."
"Hell, no. It's just-kind of surprise."
"Surprise?"
"Well, I-I guess I was expecting a little kid. Not a beautiful girl like you."
She smiled her appreciation at the compliment, and I shook my head, still dazed. Russ Crawford and I had been pretty good friends a while back. We bowled together and drank together, stuff like that. But then his wife died a year or two ago and he seemed to kind of withdraw after that and we hadn't seen too much of each other since then. I didn't recall ever being at his house but I had a vague recollection that he had sometimes mentioned his niece. I always had the impression she was just a kid.
But Judy was no kid. I studied her again and decided she wasn't much younger than I was. That was a bit puzzling until I remembered that Russ had quite a few years on me.
Judy was saying something, grinning at the same time, and I realized I'd missed what she said.
"What?" I asked.
"I said, I'm surprised too. I expected you to be a much older man."
"Oh."
"Look, I'm sorry I woke you up. Why don't you show me which room is mine and I'll unpack real quietly so you can go back to sleep."
I didn't really think I'd go back to sleep. I didn't think I'd even try. Not with the shock of this gorgeous doll moving into my house, and not with Claire upstairs in my bed.
Claire! I'd forgotten all about her and I almost groaned out loud. This beautiful chick comes to live with me, and the first thing she finds out about me is that I've got a whore up in my bedroom. Jesus Christ!
I tried to remain calm. "Uh-okay, that's a good idea. You unpack and I'll go back to sleep."
I helped her carry her stuff upstairs, keeping my fingers crossed that Claire wouldn't wake up. That was all I needed, to have her wander out of the bedroom stark naked. But apparently she was still as sleepy as ever and she didn't wake up. I got Judy into the other bedroom with all her stuff and closed her door. Then I headed back to my room and closed that door too.
It still wasn't easy waking Claire up. It seemed that about the only to bring her around was to poke a hard cock into her pussy and I wasn't in the mood for that right now. But I finally got her to open her eyes and clamped a hand over her mouth when she started to object.
"Shh!" I hissed at her.
"What's the matter?"
"Be quiet. And get dressed fast and get out of here."
"What is this, anyway? You screw hell out of me and then throw me out."
"Yeah, well-I'm sorry about that. But something's happened."
"Yeah?" She glanced at the closed door and began to catch on. "Who's out there?"
"Uh-" It was too much to explain. "Well, it's my wife."
She groaned. "Oh God, that's all I need. Why the hell did you bring me here with your wife around?"
"I-uh-thought she was out of town. But she came back."
She mumbled while she dressed. I wasn't sure whether she was bitching about wives who came home unexpectedly or about husbands who didn't have the sense to keep from getting caught when they played around. I guess it was a little of both.
Finally she was dressed. Well, almost.
"Where's my panties?" she asked, searching the room.
"You lost them."
"How the hell could I lose my panties?"
"Some guy took 'em last night."
She glared at me suspiciously. "Yeah? Who?"
"Not me, for Christ's sake. Some guy Raymond."
She thought it over. "I guess I remember something about that. Well, I can get along without the panties-as long as it isn't too windy outside. And if the wind blows my skirt up and my bare ass sticks out, so what!"
I gave her money for a taxi and told her she could get one on the corner. We tiptoed down the stairs and I finally got her out of the house. I closed the door and leaned against it and breathed a sigh of relief. Judy hadn't seen Claire and now (B Claire was gone and that took care of that problem.
But my real problem was just beginning.
Judy.
I live alone in this house because it gives me the privacy I need for my work. Maybe some guys can sit down at the typewriter and concentrate and be creative without being bothered by outside distractions. But not me. What I write is good, but it doesn't come easy, I have to work at it, and that means I have to be alone and I have to have peace and quiet.
I tried to explain some of that to Judy, "I'm afraid you're going to find it pretty dull living here," I told her. "There's not much excitement in a writer's house. Actually, I prefer it on the quiet side so I can concentrate."
She nodded. "I understand. And you go right on with your work-I won't bother you a bit."
That was a laugh. She bothered me just by being there.
She had changed to a sweater and skirt and the sweater was a tight white turtle-neck thing that was molded to her body like it had grown there with her skin. It emphasized her full breasts and they didn't need any emphasizing to begin with. Ripe and luscious, they made the sweater bulge in such an enticing way that it was all I could do to keep my hands off them. And her skirt didn't help any either. It was at least as short as her dress had been, maybe a little shorter, and it did a tremendous job of showing off those incredible legs of hers. Especially when she sat down and the skirt slid even higher.
And she wasn't going to bother me. Right!
One thing had to be said for her though. She believed in making herself useful. Which may not have been too difficult around my place because I'm not the best housekeeper in the world and I don't even try to be. But Judy went right to work. Never since I'd lived there had the goddamn house gotten such a going-over as she gave it. Day after day she was busy vacuuming and dusting and scrubbing one thing or another. I don't think she missed an inch of the floors, walls, or ceilings.
All of which was both good and bad.
It kept Judy occupied, and I got used to the noise of the vacuum cleaner so it didn't bother me in my work. And there was no denying the fact that the house looked a hell of a lot better. All that was good.
But on the bad side-well, it was basically the same problem that it had been right from the beginning. You take a gorgeous chick who's busy house-cleaning and doesn't stop to think of the effect when she moves in certain ways-yeah, then you begin to see my problem.
She'd reach and strain to clean something way up high, and you know how a girl's short skirt rides up when she stretches up like that. Or she'd bend over and that was almost worse. Twice when she had her back toward me and she bent over that way, her damn skirt slid so high I could see her panties. One time they were white and another time they were a delicate shade of pale blue. It was just the bottom edge of her panties I could see, but it was one hell of a view-those long sexy legs of hers topped by her cute little panties. And I knew exactly how it would look if I could see even more. If her skirt went up around her waist. Or if she wasn't wearing any panties. Her ass would be gently rounded, adorably trim, soft and luscious-the kind of ass that was made to be patted and fondled and squeezed. Jesus, just picturing it was enough to start my prick tingling.
But her skirt wasn't the only problem. There was her neckline too. Too often when she wore a dress or a blouse she wasn't very careful about buttoning it all the way up. And some of those blouses were cut awful damn low in the front. So when she got busy with her housework and bent over-well, you can imagine what happened. I'd be trying to concentrate on my work and suddenly find myself looking right down her neckline. If she hadn't been wearing a bra, I'd have seen everything. As it was, I saw enough to make the typewriter stop dead. Her full breasts couldn't be completely contained in the bra cups and there was a lot of creamy white flesh overflowing. Soft pliant flesh that would be smooth and warm beneath my fingers and would be delightfully yielding if I squeezed it.
My work was rapidly going to hell.
And the worst of it was that I didn't know how to cope with the situation. It's not that I'm an incurable sex fiend, just waiting to screw every girl I lay eyes on. Sure, I like sex, and that makes me pretty much the same as most guys. So I go out and find a girl and spend some time at her place or maybe bring her home with me for the night and I have a good time. But this was sure as hell a different ball game. Here was a gorgeous chick living in my house. And a dozen times a day I was looking up her skirt or down her neckline. If it had been any other girl, I probably would have had her clothes off and gotten her into bed before this. But I couldn't do that with Judy. After all, her uncle had sent her to me for safekeeping while he was away, and a girl isn't exactly in safekeeping if the guy who's supposed to watch out for her starts screwing hell out of her. So I was faced with an insoluble problem.
I thought, on one sunny afternoon, that I was going to get a brief respite from the whole thing. Judy seemed satisfied that she had the house-cleaning pretty well under control and announced that she was going out in the yard to get a suntan.
"Good idea," I murmured.
Anything that would get her out of the house for a while would mean relief for my cock which had now developed a permanent tingle. It would also give me a chance to get caught up on my Judy was upstairs in her room for a few minutes and then I heard her go out the back door. I breathed a sigh of relief and settled down at the typewriter. If I was lucky, I might be able to concentrate long enough to finish the next chapter.
Things went well for about a and a half and then I made a very bad mistake. I happened to glance out the window. And that was the end of the next chapter.
Because Judy was sunbathing right outside the window.
In a bikini.
I stared at the bikini and figured she must have gone swimming in it at least once and that's how it had shrunk. It must have shrunk. No bikini could have started out that small.
I couldn't see much of the top because she was lying on her stomach and the only visible part of the top looked like nothing more than a string across her back. But I could see the bottom of the bikini very 'well. What there was of it. And that wasn't, much. It was only a dinky little piece of cloth that tried in a half-hearted way to cover her ass and didn't do a very good job of it. Her cheeks were partly uncovered at the lower end, and up at the top it was so brief that the crack between her cheeks was exposed. Besides that, the damn pants clung tightly to her body and emphasized the gentle rounded swell of her ass.
I groaned as I stared. God, she was beautiful: Those long trim legs. That smooth bare back. That soft luscious ass. And with the whole goddamn yard to lie in, she had to park that lovely body right under my window!
I forced myself back to the typewriter. I had a feeling the view was going to be even more entrancing if she turned over and I ought to get as much work done as possible before that happened.
But I didn't get much work done. And it happened. I glanced out the window once too often and she was lying on her back.
Now I could see the bikini top very well and there sure wasn't much to it. It was nothing more than a narrow strip of material that looked as if it had been designed to cover the breasts of a twelve-year-old kid. But Judy was no twelve-year-old kid and that strip of cloth couldn't begin to cover a pair of tits like hers. It hid her nipples and a little bit more, but that was all. It seemed like a major part of her big thrusting breasts was bare. I gaped at all that smooth swelling flesh.
Down below, the view was just as intriguing. The bikini pants didn't squander any more material in the front than they had in the back. In fact, the front seemed to consist of little more than a brief triangle that covered her crotch.
I groaned again. How in hell was a guy supposed to concentrate with a vision like that outside his window?
Fortunately it turned cloudy for a couple of days and that put an end to the sunbathing. But of course that brought Judy back in the house and that didn't make things much easier. Especially when she looked just as desirable in a towel as in a bikini.
Yeah, a towel.
It was a new thing she developed after taking a shower. She'd come out of the bathroom with just a towel wrapped around her body. And she didn't always head straight to her room to put her clothes on either. If she didn't seem to want to get dressed right away, she'd wander around for a while in just that damn towel. Nothing else. I knew there wasn't anything else because-well, that was the time I almost cracked.
She came out of the bathroom after a shower when I happened to be going down the hall and she stopped to talk. I don't even remember what we talked about because my mind wasn't on the conversation. It was on the towel. It wasn't a very big towel. It went down to the upper part of her thighs, just about the way a shortie nightgown would do, and I figured it couldn't be covering her cunt by more than a couple of inches.
But even that wasn't the most distracting part of it. It was almost worse up top. It covered her tits. Sort of. At least it covered more of them than the bikini top had covered. But it still exposed the steep upper slope of her breasts. And since I was taller than she was I was looking down into an intriguing amount of cleavage, right down into the deep valley between her thrusting tits.
It still might not have gotten to me so much if it hadn't been for what happened. She had her hand up on her head, fussing with her hair while she talked. Maybe her movements loosened the towel or maybe she exhaled beyond the safety point. Whatever it was, the goddamn towel suddenly slipped. If she'd been flat-busted, it probably would have slid all the way down and she'd have been standing there as naked as an egg. But she sure as hell wasn't flat-busted and that was all that saved her as the towel slid down and finally caught on her full breasts. It caught just before her nipples came into view, so her tits weren't fully exposed. But they were damn close to it and I couldn't help staring at all the lovely mounded flesh. She grinned a little and wiggled the towel back into place, then turned and sauntered to her room while the tingling in my prick started up again.
And I guess it was that same evening when I finally did reach the breaking point.
Call it poor timing or bad luck or anything you want, but I went upstairs for something at just the wrong moment. I reached the hall and stopped dead.
Judy had forgotten to close her door and she was getting undressed for bed.
Her blouse was already off and she was just stepping out of her skirt as I arrived in the hall. She obviously hadn't heard me coming and she laid the skirt on the bed and stood for a moment in her bra and panties. I swallowed hard as I stared at. her seductive figure.
Then she reached behind her back for the snap on her bra.
I knew I shouldn't stand there like a damn peeping Tom. A girl ought to be able to undress in her room without some horny bastard spying on her, and if I had any decency I'd have gotten the hell out of there. But somehow I was rooted to the spot.
She took off her bra.
I was breathing so hard I was sure she'd hear me. She was turned sort of sideways to me and I saw the clear outline of one lovely breast. It was big and full and thrust out proudly from her chest. I could almost feel its firm softness in my hand. All kinds of visions flashed through my head as I pictured myself fondling her tits and nuzzling my face against them.
Then she reached for her panties.
And I fled downstairs.
I just couldn't take any more. It had been bad enough watching her take her bra off, but if I stood there while she took off her panties I knew my self-control could be completely gone. Seeing her naked would be more than I could stand. I'd probably go charging into the room and toss her on the bed, then drop my pants and-
Jesus Christ, I had to get out of the house for a while. I couldn't trust myself around Judy until I had a chance to cool off.
But cooling off wasn't easy. I drove around for a time in my car but I kept seeing visions of Judy. Judy in her bra and panties. Judy with her bra off. Judy taking her panties off. And I pictured her I stark naked in all her loveliness-naked as she stood f there in the room, and naked beneath me on the bed. Now my cock didn't just tingle any more. It throbbed insistently and there was an awful ache in my balls.
One thing was sure. I needed a girl and needed her badly.
I hadn't even been thinking of where I was driving and now as I looked around to see where I was I grinned to myself. Every cloud has a silver lining. Up ahead was an all-night hash house where I'd been before. And inside was the silver lining-a waitress named Helen who'd be glad to take care of my problem. I knew she'd be willing because she'd been willing before. She wasn't particularly beautiful, but she had a real pair of tits on her and she was a hell of a good lay.
I swung into the parking lot and climbed out of the car. Inside, I took a seat in a booth and looked around for Helen, but couldn't find her. Another waitress took my order and she looked vaguely familiar, but it wasn't until she brought my food and I glanced at the little tag on her pocket that I remembered her name was Sylvia.
"Where's Helen?" I asked.
She winked. "Heavy date. She left early because the guy stopped by for her."
Son of a bitch, somebody else had beaten me to it. By now, Helen was lying naked on a bed and humping her ass as the guy rammed his prick into her pussy. And I was still sitting here with a throbbing cock and aching balls. I had almost finished eating and was wondering what I was going to do when Sylvia came back.
"Will there be anything else?" she asked.
"No, thanks."
She hesitated. "Big disappointment, huh?"
"No, the food was fine."
"I don't mean the food. I mean Helen."
"What?"
She chuckled. "The way you've been sitting there scowling, it wasn't hard to figure out. You were planning on banging Helen."
"I guess the thought did occur to me."
"Would you be satisfied with me?"
I looked at her in surprise. "You?"
"My tits are almost as big as Helen's." She leaned closer. "And besides, I've been told I'm a better cocksucker than Helen is-if that interests you."
"Yeah, it interests me."
She grinned. "I thought it might. I hated to see you so disappointed at not finding Helen here."
"So out of the goodness of your heart, you wanted to keep me from being disappointed. Is that it?"
"Well, not entirely. Helen talked about you a couple of times. She says you have a real big prick and know how to satisfy a girl."
"Okay, let's go, for Christ's sake."
"I don't get off for ten minutes yet, if you can wait that long."
"It won't be easy. I've got a real problem."
But I waited and drove her to her apartment. Once we were inside we both undressed without any preliminaries. She eyed my cock, which was already partly stiff. In 'fact, I don't think it had ever become completely soft since Judy had arrived at my house.
Sylvia's eyes widened as she looked at it. "Lover, you really do have a problem."
"I told you."
"Well, you came to the right place. I know how to take care of problems like that. Let me show you."
She sat on the edge of the bad and pulled me close to her. Then she took my prick in her hand and lifted it to her mouth. She lightly kissed the tip.
"Umm," I groaned.
Her tongue poked out and crawled around the head and I couldn't keep from squirming. The touch of her tongue was gentle and expertly tantalizing as she licked. And it wasn't just on the head that she licked. After starting there she moved on and after a couple of moments she was licking all up and down the length of my cock. She knew how to tease by varying the pressure. One minute it was just the tip of her tongue that flicked very lightly on my prick, while the next minute she used the flat of her tongue to lick in long sweeping strokes.
I groaned again.
"God, it's getting big!" she whispered.
"It must be some kind of allergy. It only does that around girls. Especially naked girls who lick it and suck it.
"It's so big, I wonder if I can get it in my mouth."
"I thought you were such a great cocksucker."
"So show me."
She stretched her lips into a wide oval and slipped the head of my prick between them. There she hesitated a moment while she ran her tongue all around the tip, and then she slowly started to suck my cock into her mouth. A little further. Further. Still further. I felt the head hit the back of her throat.
For a long minute she held my prick deep in her mouth, swirling her tongue around on it. The moist warmth of her mouth seemed to permeate my cock and that, together with the action of her tongue, made it grow even bigger and harder.
Then her head began to move. Slowly at first, but with a gradually increasing speed, she bobbed her head up and down. My prick slid in and out between her soft lips, clinging tightly to it. I watched it pull almost free; only the head was still in her mouth. Then she reversed, dropping her head again and swallowing my cock back into her mouth. And while it was in there, her tongue took up its motion again and licked and bathed as much of my prick as it could reach.
After while I couldn't take any more of it. If she kept it up much longer I was going to fill her mouth with my come, but I wasn't looking for just a quick blowjob. I wanted to fuck her.
I pulled my cock out of her mouth. "Jesus, that's enough! Lie down."
She flopped on her back and I shoved her legs wide apart and stretched on my belly between them. Then I worked a finger into her pussy.
"Christ, your cunt's wet!" I said in surprise.
She giggled. "It always gets wet when I suck a prick. There's something about the feel of a prick in my mouth that really turns me on."
"Yeah, well-let's see how this turns you on."
I pulled her cuntlips open and stabbed my tongue into her pussy. She jumped at the contact. Now it was my turn to lick her the way she'd been licking me and I went right at it. I let my tongue slither all around on the pink glistening folds of her flesh, and I varied the pressure the same way she'd done on my cock. I licked her with a light little flicking motion, and then, just when she least expected it, I changed and licked harder. And for still more variety, I shifted occasionally to her hole and licked around that and stiffened my tongue and drove it up into her as far as I could reach.
She moaned and writhed beneath me.
And at last I did one more thing. I shifted a little higher and washed my tongue across her clit.
She let out a little screech.
Now I concentrated on her clit. I licked and teased and tickled it, even nibbled it very gently with my teeth. And while I did that, I also poked a finger deep up inside of her and worked it in and out of her.
"Jesus!" she gasped. "Aren't you ever going to put that lovely big prick in my cunt?"
"Any time you're ready."
"Ready? My God, stick it in me!"
I got up into position and she eagerly drew her cuntlips open for me. I slipped the head of my cock into her pussy.
"Give it to me!" she moaned. "All of it!"
I shoved forward and sank my prick all the way in her cunt in one long easy push.
"Mmm!" she breathed.
I started fucking slowly, my cock gliding in and out of her wet pussy in easy strokes. And at the same time my hands roamed over her body, squeezing and kneading her breasts, then slipping down around her hips to fondle her ass. My fingers dug deep in her resilient flesh.
She sighed happily. "Helen wasn't kidding."
"What?"
"About your big prick and the way you satisfy a girl. God, it feels good, the way you fill my cunt! Fuck me harder, lover!"
I picked up the tempo and pumped my cock into her faster and harder. But she still wasn't satisfied.
"Harder!"
I fucked still faster. Now my prick was slamming into her, pulling almost all the way out so that just the tip remained inside, then plunging back to bury itself deep in her pussy.
"Yes!" she murmured. "Oh yes- that's it-hard and deep. Keep it up- don't stop!"
I didn't have any intention of stopping. There was too much tension and frustration blocked up inside of me and it was all going to have to drain out of me before I was through here. So I kept fucking, while the aching pressure in my balls built higher and higher.
Her nails clawed at ray back as her own excitement mounted. Her head swung from side to side and her breath was coming in short gasps. The way I was rocking her body, her tits danced on her chest and I reached up to crush them in my palms and pinch and tug at her hard nipples.
"Just a little more!" she panted. "Yes-yes! Oh God! That's it-I'm coming!"
She went berserk beneath me, her body leaping and plunging. And then I reached the peak myself and that pressure in my balls passed the point where it could still be contained.
My cock jerked uncontrollably, then the dam burst in my balls and the come shot from my prick in heavy gushing jets. Each spurt blasted deep into her cunt, and as fast as my cock pumped one jet into her there was more fluid built up for the next one. On and on it went, while I kept pounding into her and she still writhed in a frenzy.
Then gradually our bodies quieted. She gave a long agonized sigh and lay limp. My prick gave one last feeble jerk and seemed to die. And I fell forward on top of her so weakly that I thought maybe I was going to die too.